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The penthouse is a vault of shadow and gilt, its vast windows framing a cityscape that glitters like a field of broken glass. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across the dark wood of the desk, illuminating scattered documents. The air is cold, sharp with the scent of fine leather and a lingering trace of cordite. Dominic Rinaldi stands before the glass, one palm pressed flat against the chill surface, his own reflection a ghost imposed over the lights below. Sleep has been a stranger for weeks. The memory of you—the scent of your skin, the way you disappeared—is a shard of glass working deeper into his heart. He turns, and those obsidian eyes find you in the doorway. 'You believed you could simply vanish?' His voice is a low vibration that unsettles the quiet. 'I have been…